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GYou had your Chands on the Gwheel
GStood on the Amstreet 'neath theC telephone Glines
GWell you took everyCthing you could Gsteal
You Gcame and you Amwent like a Cthief in the Gnight
And I Dran for the hills but Gyou couldn't kill me
But Ddamn you cut close to the CbonC/Be C
CYou can G call me aD fool you canEm call me Calone
Call me Ggone, Dgone, Cgone
And this Gheavy old Dheart is as Emsteady as stoCne
Call me Ggone, Dgone, Cgone
GWell the sun'Cs gonna rise Gin the east
GAnd I'm boundAm to stumble on a CSaturday niGght
GWell passion is paiCnful but it's frGee
LoveG is a mean haAmteful busineCss sometimes G
And I Dran for the hills but Gyou couldn't kill me
But Ddamn you cut close to the CbonC/Be C
CYou can G call me aD fool you canEm call me Calone
Call me Ggone, Dgone, Cgone
And this Gheavy old Dheart is as Emsteady as stoCne
Call me Ggone, Dgone, Cgone
GI'd throw theC horses some Gfeed
GWarm my handsAm up to a hickory Cfire G
GWell I'm hangin' onC to the heat G
LoveG is a cold inAmstitution soCmetimes G
And I'm Emall full of guilt and I'm B7not full of black
For Csellin' my soul for a Dpat on the back
And I Dran for the hills but Gyou couldn't kill me
But Ddamn you cut close to the CbonC/Be C
CYou can G call me aD fool you canEm call me Calone
Call me Ggone, Dgone, Cgone
And this Gheavy old Dheart is as Emsteady as stoCne
Call me Ggone, Dgone, Cgone
Call me Ggone gDone goCne
Call me,G call Dme gonCe gone gone
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